A Muso Duro

And now what will I do, I don't know what to say
And I'm cold like when I was alone
I've always written verses with a pen
I don't have precise work orders
I've always hated the pigs and the scoundrels
And those who stole a salary
The fakes who make a career
With certain performances after hours
I'll sing my songs on the street
And I'll face life like a tough guy
A warrior without a homeland and without a sword
With one foot in the past
And a straight and open gaze into the future
I've spent four centuries of life
And I've made a thousand trips in the deserts
Because I wanted to say what I think
I wanted to move forward with eyes wide open
Now I should make songs
With the exact dosages of the experts
Maybe then dress like an idiot
To act stupid at concerts
I'll sing my songs on the street
And I'll face life like a tough guy
A warrior without a homeland and without a sword
With one foot in the past
And a straight and open gaze into the future
I don't know if I've ever been a poet
And I don't care to know
I'll fill the glasses with my wine
I don't know how it is but I invite you to drink it
And the cerebral masturbations
I leave them to those who are mature at the right point
I want to tell my songs
To those who can masturbate for pleasure
I'll sing my songs on the street
And I'll face life like a tough guy
A warrior without a homeland and without a sword
With one foot in the past
And a straight and open gaze into the future
And I don't know if I'll have friends to sing along
Or if I'll only have unfamiliar faces
I'll sing my songs to all of them
And at the end of the road
I can say that I've lived my days